Thamine Nayeem
I frantically scribble—racing the spark;
the spark ignites the Event.
Finish!
Everyone else thought only what their minds lent,
while I hear the breeze brush against tree leaves—
alone, so alone.
The spark spreads its fingers, reaching the pages I hold;
Alas, it’s time for me to go,
go to the place my heart was sold.
What have I done?
the spark ignites the Event.
Finish!
Everyone else thought only what their minds lent,
while I hear the breeze brush against tree leaves—
alone, so alone.
The spark spreads its fingers, reaching the pages I hold;
Alas, it’s time for me to go,
go to the place my heart was sold.
What have I done?